Stuck Under the Bed

My name was Lola Brown, and I was a woman who still felt lonely despite being married.

I had seductive, alluring features, as well as a bouncy chest with a cup size of 36F. My legs were long and fair.

I had been dancing for years, so I could move as fluidly as water. I could captivate with a single glance and a smile.

My husband, Carl Hagler, was entranced with my body. He always complimented me on my exquisite beauty.

After we got married, I focused all my attention on Carl. He was three years younger than me and was a wealthy heir. He was as strong as an ox and would have liked nothing better than to plow me every single day.

I tried to tempt Carl into bed every night. "Honey, I want to do it again…"

Carl's rough hands would grab and knead my bosom so hard that it threatened to spill out of my thin, lace nightdress.

It was the most tempting part of my body.

My bosom jiggled and bounced, and I felt a warm feeling pool in the lower half of my body. I wanted to do it.

I pouted and stuck out my tongue slightly as I let out an alluring sigh. I was anticipating a good time that would leave me sweating.

However, Carl finished very quickly. "Darling, aren't I amazing?"

He had become flaccid so fast and finished in less than two minutes. Despite this, he couldn't wait to fish for compliments from me.

I bit my lower lip and tried my best not to make a single sound. However, my legs were twisted so tightly together that I felt like a pretzel.

It felt as if ants were gnawing on every inch of my skin. I was tormented.

To avoid hurting his self-esteem, I lied and nodded. He could probably perform better next time.

However, the higher my anticipation was, the more disappointed I was.

For three whole months, not once did he give me an exhilarating time.